GREGORY's POV

“You’ve got fifteen seconds to lick every drop of your cum off my face. If a single drop stains my shirt before that…” He paused and smirked devilishly. “I will make sure you spend the rest of your life in my office begging me to stop.”

He didn’t blink. “Now. One! Two…”

I didn’t wait for three before I lunged forward, my body driven by obedience and fear, circling my hand around his neck to steady myself. But as I hovered there, just inches from his face, I froze. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do it. The salty musk of my own release filled my nose, and my...